I've been sick since Friday. And it's seriously been several months since I've been to a Sunday church meeting because I'm home with someone who is sick or I've been sick myself.
This time I've had pink eye and head/ chest cold congestion. Mike seemed to have been stricken with the flu or something since Saturday. We're both not well but we march on. He's had work so he's been working. I'm at home managing kids. Getting them off the bus. Feeding them lunch. Helping with homework. Scrounging up strength to get through the next task. But I have an hour and a half before Libby and Samuel need to be picked up and so I'm going to eat this apple and read my book and fall asleep while Peter's napping and the twins are entertained.
Oh the glorious nap. It is a balm to tired mothers everywhere. If only we'd be smart enough to take them when our kids take them instead of frantically trying to catch up on cleaning, baking, communicating, crafting, or any other thing we hope to do or would really like to do, or just plain need to do.
Rest is a gift. So I'm going to take it. And I'll write again another day....